I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 63 Scavenger

In fact, after Sang Yan, with the help of Qiao Suisui, had saved Gai Meilun, the three continued their pioneer work.

Their mission this time was to find seeds on a Deserted Star called ’Langaina’ and bring them back to the Freedom Alliance. The trio split up upon arrival to collect various types of seeds, planning to take them back for research.

Langaina had no oxygen and was teeming with Alien Species Beasts, so they had to make it quick.

Gai Meilun found a male orc lying on the ground, with red hair and eyebrow piercings, wounded with several bite marks all over his body; it was apparent he had been through a struggle. Most importantly, the orc wasn’t wearing Protective Clothing, which was almost tantamount to a death wish.

When Sang Yan and Ah Yao came to regroup with Gai Meilun, they saw him giving his oxygen tube to the unconscious orc to breathe from.

"There are no signs of a battleship nearby; how did he end up here?" Ah Yao scratched his head.

Gai Meilun gestured wildly, exaggeratingly saying, "Exactly, it’s like a magic trick, I’m sure, certain, and positive he wasn’t here just now, but when I turned around, voilà, a person appears out of nowhere!"

Sang Yan crouched down to assess the orc’s condition and took out the medical insurance provided by Qiao Suisui to bandage him up simply. In an unruffled tone, he said, "Appearing out of thin air only has one possibility; he must have come from another dimension."

Gai Meilun’s eyes widened and he said, "Ah! That’s the rare and incredible Talent... called... called..."

Ah Yao took over, saying in a simpleton manner, "Breakthrough."

"That’s right, that’s right! I would love to have such a cool Talent. Imagine me lying in bed and then in the next second, appearing in the toilet. Wouldn’t that save so much effort?"

Ah Yao looked down on him, "Is that the only way you can think of using it?"

Sang Yan ignored their chatter and efficiently treated the wounds, then removed the oxygen mask from the orc’s face and handed it back to Gai Meilun.

"Take care of it, don’t waste oxygen. Now is not the time for excessive sympathy," he said.

Gai Meilun nodded, Sang Yan had always been the one calling the shots in the trio, but he was a bit worried. "What will happen to this orc if we leave?"

Sang Yan left him some water and Nutrient Liquid, dressed him in a spare set of Protective Clothing, and then got up to leave.

"We’ve done all we could, let’s move," he said.

After the trio had left, Carl’s hand moved ever so slightly, struggling to wake.

The mission given to him by the Federation this time was to track down the Rebel Army, but due to the high confidentiality of the task, he could only first arrive at the border of Auslan and wait for further instructions. This was also why he had taken up residence in Qiao Suisui’s apartment.

For many years, the Federation had actually been closely monitoring the remaining 13 members of the Rebel Army, even establishing a secret organization. This department had no name, and the colleagues did not call each other by name; they had a common code name—Scavengers.

Carl had only wanted to join the Federation by virtue of his outstanding abilities, but because his Talent was special, he was ultimately chosen to be a member of the ’Scavengers.’

Of the remaining members of the Rebel Army, five had been secretly eliminated in succession over more than a decade. The Federation spent a large amount of manpower, material resources, and financial resources to hunt down the remaining eight for years without giving up.

Carl’s mission this time was: To find the rebel leader’s son, trace the whereabouts of the Rebel Army through him, and then send a signal using a specific contact method, so a specialist could come to eliminate them. The mission even included a supplement stating that in extreme cases, they did not need to bring back the complete body. This meant they could resort to any means necessary with only one goal in mind: kill the Rebel Army.

Carl felt that this arrangement was utterly superfluous, like taking off your pants just to fart. He alone could find the Rebel Army’s location and kill them directly, so why would there be a need for such an unnecessary step, to separate the functions of tracking and extermination? But he didn’t ask, because there were only two rules for a Scavenger.

First, always obey, never question.

Second, adhere to the first rule.

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When Carl received the signal, just as Qiao Suisui and Ruka had left the house, he quickly got dressed in his special attire, a tight-fitting black uniform that left nothing about his musculature to the imagination, showing off his pectorals and the lines of his muscles. He put on his earpiece, chewing gum in his mouth, took the gun from his sports bag and assembled it, raised the weapon, squinting with one eye and sighting through the scope with the other.

The red light on his earpiece lit up, and a mechanically processed voice crisply transmitted: "Coordinates N673, target appeared."

"Received."

He chewed on the gum twice, and the next second, man and gun ’swooshed,’ vanishing from the room.

Carl lay prone on the cliff, observing the group of people slowly passing below through his scope.

There were about a dozen people in the group, with armed professionals, Beastmen, leading the way. They wore identical clothing, identical gear, and had identical paint smeared across their faces. These people resembled well-trained mercenaries; they marched in silence, remaining vigilant despite looking utterly exhausted.

Carl swept the area with his scope and pressed his earpiece, saying, "I can’t pinpoint the target."

They all fucking looked the same; might as well kill them all. Carl grumbled inwardly.

The earpiece quickly replied: "Stay quiet, don’t expose yourself, continue observing."

Carl spat out the gum and put away the gun. For the next several days, he followed this group without getting too close nor too far away.

By the campfire, a middle-aged man passed a water flask to a young man sitting beside him.

The young man silently took it, drank two sips, and then, restraining himself, capped it. The standard black cloak he wore seemed a bit too large on him, the hood obscuring most of his face, making it difficult to discern his expression.

The middle-aged man beside him said softly, "Please drink a couple more sips. There’s still a long way to go."

The young man fiddled with the fire, causing the flames to leap high and illuminate his well-defined facial contours. The camouflage on his face couldn’t hide his superior features: a high nose bridge, deep-set eye sockets, and eyes that, despite their peach-blossom shape and seeming warmth, held a heavy, chilling depth.

Seeing that the young man refused to drink, the man sighed and rested with his arms crossed.

The canyon at night is the most dangerous.

This group could take turns standing watch, but Carl was alone. He had been sleepless for days, had chewed through all his gum, and now lay in the bushes with a stalk of grass in his mouth, motionless, staring through the scope.

Suddenly, a group of Alien Species Beasts attacked the troops, and all around were pairs of luminescent green eyes. The beasts had secretly surrounded them. These creatures were unkillable; they could only be suppressed with spiritual power, but they had been strictly ordered before setting out that they could never reveal their spiritual power under any circumstances. As he saw people continuously bitten to death within the group, the young man abruptly shed his cloak, moving to step forward, only to be firmly held back by the middle-aged man.

"No! You’ll expose yourself!"